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Lennon Barrick-St. James is making headlines as New York City’s hottest new socialite. Only she isn’t new at all. One well-intentioned night gone wrong has landed the daughter of the vice presidential candidate Christopher St. James on the front pages of every newspaper and magazine in the country.

Forced by her father to stay out of the limelight, Lennon flees to the quiet town of Haven, Texas, where she vows to lie low and avoid men. Well, except for the sexy biker she just ran off the road–she definitely won’t be avoiding him.

Noah Cunningham already has a girl in his life, and he sure as hell doesn’t need another. Especially the beautiful and sinfully sweet angel that just descended upon the quiet little town he calls home.

The only problem is that the more time he spends with Lennon, the more he wants to be with her. And that’s just not going to work for Noah. He’s already been burned once and he’s not so sure he’s ready to go down that road again.

It wasn’t until the beginning of this year that I was introduced to the wonder of KL Grayson’s writing. When I found her books, I devoured them in a matter of days, I was addicted. As soon as I heard about The Truth About Lennon I knew I’d do nearly anything to get my hands on it. I was not disappointed, at all.

One of the things that I immediately loved about KL Grayson’s writing was how quickly her stories move. It was the same with The Truth About Lennon. From the minute the book started there was never a scene that lagged, never a place where I could put the book down for a while and not be antsy to get right back to Lennon and Noah. There dynamic was fun and immediately compelling. Each time they were together on the page I became wholly engrossed in how wonderfully they fit together. It was only highlighted by the addition of someone pretty special in their own right.

I not only loved them together, I loved how each of them so obviously cared for the people in their lives; whether it was Lennon believing her mother would become more caring or how Noah continually did everything he could to support the people in crisis in his community. Both Noah and Willow had such beautifully huge hearts, watching them fall for one another was positively sublime. It hurt, deeply, to see them be hurt in the ways they were by the people who were supposed to love them. They had both been dealt hands they didn’t deserve and I was ecstatic to see them begin to find the happiness they had been denied.

While Lennon and Noah were definitely my favorite people in this book, I also quite enjoyed the supporting characters, particularly Mikey and Charlotte. They were kind and supportive, lent some moments of levity in heavy situations and rounded out the intensity of Lennon and Noah. I would love to see their stories, especially Charlottes, as I had so many questions about why she seemed so disconnected in a town where everyone knew everyone else.

KL Grayson has my unwavering support in all of her future ventures. Each of her books have pulled at my heartstrings for different reasons and they all have wildly compelling plots. Her writing keeps me fully invested in the stories she is telling and I know the ending will leave me fulfilled. I am very happy I found her and will continue to enjoy her stories for years to come, I hope.

Later that night, I’m crawling into bed, my sketch pad in hand, when my phone rings. Brenna’s name flashes across the screen.

Shit.

I don’t want to answer, because I already know we’ll end up in another fight. And I’m sick of fighting. I push the button to ignore the call.

I’ve enjoyed my short time here in Heaven, and it isn’t necessarily because of Nova and Noah—although they play a big part. But I’ve enjoyed the quieter life. I’ve enjoyed exploring the little shops in town, getting to know the friendly locals, and seeing the potential all around me. I’m doing what I want when I want without having to answer to anyone. No publicist watching my every move, and no looking over my shoulder everywhere I go, wondering if the paparazzi are hiding around the corner, just waiting for me to screw something up. And I haven’t screwed anything up. I’ve made some mighty fine decisions—both business and personal—since I’ve been here, if I do say so myself.

My phone vibrates again, but this time when I look down, I smile.

Noah: How is your night going?

Me: Better now that I’m talking to you.

I snuggle into my covers, waiting for him to respond.

Noah: I was going to call, but I didn’t want to wake you up.

Me: I’m in bed, but you didn’t wake me up.

Noah: Now we’re getting somewhere. Bed, huh? What are you wearing?

I can’t help it, I grin.

Me: Am I supposed to be wearing something?

Noah: Fuuuuuuck

Me: I can think of a few ways for you to come warm me up 😉

A few seconds later, my phone rings, and I pull it to my ear. “Hello?”

Noah growls. “You’re killing me.”

The sound of his voice is enough to send my body into overdrive. “In the best possible way though, right?” Because you’re killing me, too.

“You have no idea.”

I hear the sheets rustling, and I know he’s in bed. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be there next to him.

“I think I have an idea.”

“Are you really naked?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“Damn,” he mumbles. “I would kill to be over there right now. You know that, don’t you? You know that if I didn’t have Nova here, I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“I know.” My heart melts at his sweet words.

“I haven’t been inside of you in days.” His voice is low and raspy, his drawl much more prominent, something that happens when he’s turned on.

He’s silent for a few beats, and then he takes a deep breath and blows me away with his words.

“It’s more than your body, Lennon. It’s your scent and the way it wraps itself around me. It’s the way your eyes sparkle when you smile and the sound of your laughter throughout my house. And how you are with my daughter. You’re amazing with her. You’re gentle and kind and loving and… it’s everything. It’s you. I miss you.”

“Noah?”

“What?”

“Unlock your door.”

I end the call, and two seconds later, I’m hauling ass out the front door in my pajamas. When I hit the bottom step of his porch and find Noah half-naked in front of his open door, wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweats, I nearly lose my breath. I’m not sure if it’s the tattoos crawling up his arms, or the way he’s hanging on to the top of the door frame—it could even be his warm, brown eyes, which are eating me from top to bottom—but he looks different.

“What took you so long?” His slow, sexy grin pulls me in, and I walk straight into his open arms.

I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and smile. “I had to put clothes on.”

In an instant, Noah scoops me up, kicks the door shut, and is moving down his hall.

“Why the hell would you do something like that?”

K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, MO. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband, who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palms of six dirty little hands, and when the day is over and those pint-sized cherubs have been washed and tucked into bed, you can find her typing away furiously on her computer. She has a love for alpha-males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings…and not particularly in that order.

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